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Part III of Fear by N. Peart - \
« on: December 05, 2002, 06:05:00 PM »
Part III of the Fear Triliogy, "Witch Hunt"

The night is black
Without a moon

The air is thick, and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in concience, calm in their right -
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will

They say there are strangers , who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
Those who know what's best for us -
Must rise and save us, from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand



This completes the trilogy written in the early 1980's and released by Rush on 3 different albums.  Part III - Witch Hunt came out first on the Moving Pictures album, Part II - The Weapon was second on their Signals album.  Part I - The Enemy Within was released last on their Grace Under Pressure album.

I can spend days and days writing diffent analogies and theories of how well each of these relates directly to my imprisonment, captivity, release and recovery from KIDS.  Rather than bore you all, I just wanted to share it with you.  In fact most lyrics from RUSH songs have had major influences on my life and the way I chose to live.

Best Regards,

Jeff Z.
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Offline Dave L 4/85-9/86

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Part III of Fear by N. Peart - \
« Reply #1 on: December 08, 2002, 07:10:00 PM »
I see now.
This is a great song.
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#65279;-I cried because I had no shoes, until I met a man wearing nothing but shoes.